JB's Personal Brain Defragmenter
Where I write, to be exact.
If you haven't noticed yet, I've decorated the place with some extra pictures! pictures! Oooh! Well now, what is there to talk about? As of right now I'm pretty blank, but I'm betting that as I type this crap I can come up with something that will go as long as 2 paragraphs. Any keystroke... Continue Reading →
Jackie Chan... ...Jackie Chan't.
Merry Christmas, everyone. My runny nose is gone, thank God. Now I can think straight and remember what I was supposed to rant about for the past few days. Fortunately, I forgot most of them. This thought stood out though: Julia Fordham is white? Damn. All this time I thought that her songs more aired... Continue Reading →
Ian McKellen is cool. Yeah. I mean, he portrayed my personal favorite bad guy, Magneto, in such a cool way, in the XMen Movies. Then he grew his hair and put on a white robe and surprised me with his pole and sword orc-eviscerating technique in Return of the King. And he doesn't flaunt that... Continue Reading →
What better way to celebrate 2 days before Christmas than by sitting at home on your bed, typing a blog on your stone age laptop, while listening to Weird Al Yancovic? Wow. In the words of the aptly named Token Black Guy in those multirace-tolerant-yet-still-predominantly-white movies (or Not Another Teen Movie, if you prefer), "That's... Continue Reading →
- Shades like Ozzy Osbourne's. In Black or Brown.- Bonnets with contrasting but still visually appealing colors.- An operation for a normal chin.- My braces. Off.- Some decent PC speakers.- Any CD featuring Ben Sawton.- Loafers that are MY size.- A train ride from Baguio to Manila that would take a few minutes.- Other clothes... Continue Reading →
Last Christmas, GMA gave us a nice little movie as a Christmas Gift to the (sub) hoi-polloi - Plastikman. I just browsed through today's newspaper, and I saw an advertisement for a movie due to be out for this Christmas - Lastikman. Next Christmas, I predict that we will have another superhero to grace our... Continue Reading →
(Or, The Soundtrack of the Moment) Okay. I have to say, I hate all these nights that have to go back to an source of happiness turned source of pain. So I have devised a plan that I can go with to collect all that anger and pain and suffering and contemplating on why a... Continue Reading →
If I had my own Mecca, it would be Brent Baguio. Something to keep you on your toes. HarHar. 'You're under arrest for being a walking hardon!
Part II of the Stressed Out and Breathing Slow Series... I posted this in Friendster a few weeks back. It's Deja Vu, people... I feel the same thing again(from the same lady)... II: ANGER My eyes are blinking faster than normaland my heart is packing leadand from the looks of things i swearthere's steam rising... Continue Reading →
JB's Personal Brain Defragmenter 